as a son, I suck…
as with every monday, yesterday i was trying to get back in the swing of things and recover from the weekend. I get to work, try to get caught up after breakfast and during a break, I glance at the text on the front page of paper. Accidental Bombing in Afghanistan as the headlines, the Panthers lose again, cold in the forecast, it’s the Monday the 29th of October. My grandmother’s birthday. ouch. no escuse. no card. nothing. I call and leave her a message. I tune in to WSTA online and find out when they are doing the birthday announcements and I call and leave one on the air. I spoke with her that night, but I feel like I’ve let her down.